As the door shut behind him, Wooheon bent down to take off his shoes.
The moment he stepped onto the old wooden floor, it let out a loud creak.
“This place is sketchy as hell.”
“Are you always this suspicious, Mr. Kang?”
“What?”
Already irritated from being interrupted so many times, Wooheon glared at Yueul, frowning ominously.
The backlit silhouette of his face was enough to make it look like he was about to throw a punch.
Realizing he’d pushed too far, Yueul immediately shrank back.
In the blink of an eye, he sprouted ears and fur, transformed into a weasel, and bolted out into the yard.
‘That little...!’
He used to bolt the moment their eyes met. But these days, he waited until after mouthing off—like he wanted to get the last word in.
Maybe Wooheon had spoiled him too much, letting the mating instinct cloud his better judgment.
“Mr. Lee, if you’re gonna run around in your weasel form—”
